1A/N: This short story is again post Final Breath and post Keep a Promise, Inherit a Partner. Just a rambling thought of how one of Bobby's mornings might go. I hope you enjoy it.
Random Thoughts On A Rainy Morning
It was a rainy Saturday. Bobby had spent a late night out with Lewis and happily slept in, grateful he was only suffering a hint of a hangover (so far as he could tell). He listened to the raindrops bounce against his bedroom windows and began thinking; random, unconnected thoughts that lazily drifted through his semi-awake, liquor altered mind.
"I hope the rain stops by this afternoon. I hate visiting Alex in the rain...I have to pick up my shirts at the dry cleaner...I want my coffee...shit...that means I have to get up and walk to the kitchen and flip the machine 'on' and wait for it to brew...the hell with the coffee...I wonder if Lewis ended up going home with that blond...I can't believe he beat me 3 times at pool...I know what I'm gonna' do – I'm gonna' put that damn coffee maker right here on the table next to my bed, so when I wake up, all I've gotta' do is hit the switch...I can have my damn coffee without even getting up– you're a friggin' genius, Goren...Alex loved walking in the rain... yeah, that time she had on the little white top and she got soaking wet...(smiling) yeah– I liked that...yuk, my mouth tastes like crap...what the hell was I drinking?...I've gotta' pee... damn it– now I've gotta' get up."
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He stood in the kitchen, bent over, elbows leaning on the counter top. He hadn't bothered turning on the light – he knew his eyes weren't ready for that yet. He was thinking again: "I should've researched this coffee maker in Consumer Reports before I bought it...it's gotta' be the slowest damn coffee pot in America...c'mon already!...I always bought Eames' coffee on the way to work...I wonder if I should surprise Bishop some day...she eats a bagel and cream cheese for breakfast every day...maybe I should bring her one of those raspberry danishes that Alex liked...oh, that's right...I'm not going back to that coffee shop...well, unless they've got a new girl behind the counter by now...maybe I should check that out...finally!
He poured himself a steaming hot cup of his favorite Colombian Dark Roast and headed for the living room sofa, grabbing the remote and settling in. He took a sip. "mmmmm – that's good – I guess it was worth the wait." He turned on the TV – it was already tuned to The History Channel. He took another sip and grabbed his watch from the coffee table, checking the time: "11:42...that means I've been awake for 18 minutes...and I've only thought about Alex four times...or if this time counts, then it's five...no, this doesn't count...it's only four...I'm, I'm getting better."
It was his day off. He was supposed to relax and enjoy himself, so he allowed himself the luxury of believing it.
THE END